Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Germany and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Saccharine Trust to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.